There are so many little moments that take my breath away, sometimes because I am emotionally overwhelmed, sometimes because I'm laughing so hard I seemed to have lost my ability to breathe. Sappy turtle was created through one of those moments.
My boyfriend and I have a sweet evening routine that I adore. Most nights when we go to bed for the night, we have the light off with a single candle burning, and we lay together and talk. It is an intimate time we get to spend together away from the rest of the world. The front door is locked (I know he locked it but I always ask if he locked it anyway), kids are sleeping, all we need to think about at that moment is each other. We talk about our crazy day, our worries, our plans for tomorrow, for next week, for twenty years from now. I love cuddling and communicating, we are able to unwind and connect and enjoy each others company.
A couple nights ago we were laying in bed with our candle lit, talking about finally taking the trip that we've been planning for so long. I really am paying attention and contributing to the conversation, but I have to admit I was quite distracted. I was watching my 6 1/2 month pregnant belly move a bit, feeling the punches and kicks of our baby inside me. Of course all the while, I'm becoming more and more emotional in my mind, in awe of the love the two of us have, and how my life has changed so dramatically since we've been together, how happier and healthier I've become.
It was the moment I decided to sit up and get a drink, that I unknowingly starting the chain of events for the creation of sappy turtle. My belly has become quite round, and I have a hard time moving around sometimes. Well, laying on my back and trying to sit up to get a drink proved more difficult than I'd anticipated. I only made it about half way up, and gravity pulled me back down to where I started from. He couldn't stop laughing, I think he had one of those laughing too hard to breathe moments. Of course he would never laugh at me to be mean, I know he thinks I'm cute and it is another little moment he adores.
He called me a turtle. He said I was a little turtle stuck upside on my shell. He kept teasing me, which he does with love and for the fun of playfully frustrating me. Apparently when I'm flustered that is cute too. I finally manage to sit up, get my drink, and lie back down. He kissed the top of my forehead and told me I was an adorable turtle. Well for my crazy pregnant hormones, that was enough to start the water works. I was giggling and crying at the same time, so he proclaims that I am not just a turtle, I'm a sappy turtle.
So that would be what the heck a sappy turtle is. I couldn't come up with an idea for my blog name with all the brain racking I could handle. When he first said I was a sappy turtle, I thought that would be a great name for my blog. I thought it over for a day or so, and decided it was perfect.
Unique, meaningful, and fun, just like the two of us together.
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